not me and my bestie being on the phone for over an hour trying to figure out if we actually wanna write this post apocalyptic ateez x reader fic…… only problem is no matter how hard we try we quite literally can’t figure out how to start the fic so we keep going back to the end and working up 😩😩 and yall we’re hoping to do a 16 pt fic…. with a fucking long ass epilogue
could you possibly write something about reader getting hurt at work and not telling bf!ateez ?? I’ve been on leave from work bc I got hurt and this lowkey feels like something I’d do…..
(ps love your work bunni 🫶🏼🫶🏼 especially the fake texts !!!)
‧₊˚✧ bf!ateez texts ✧˚₊‧
getting hurt at work
warnings: mild swearing in mingis, concerned boyfies, some boys being real dramatic, idk what else
notes: thank you so much for requesting this!! sorry that I took forever :’( I hope you like it lovie! I hope you feel better soon :))
The outbreak decimated civilizations across the globe.
It wasn't really a question as to why, or how it happened so quickly. Not really. The dead rose, and the world fell into anarchy. Governments collapsed. Billions died, millions rose again to wreck havoc, to kill, to eat once again and fill their stomachs full of mindless slop that even they couldn't truly process. Packs formed, alphas and betas at the helm. Creating safety. Creating something one could mistake for congruent.
Through all of it, you managed to stay safe. You managed to stay alone. To keep away from society when you knew the real threat to your safety wasn't the zombies, but other people. Other people desperate for omegas, for one of the last omegas alive after the infection practically cleared their population. 10 years. You had made it 10 years going unnoticed, acting as a shadow. 10 years of staying safe from everyone. Safe from them.
It's too bad the summer rain will always burn against your skin.
Seven alphas. One omega that catches their eye. Too many miscalculations made. You're screwed.
— ⌬ INFORMATION
ㄨ : series warnings: alpha!bts, omega!reader, yandere/toxic/insane bts, omega scarcity, mild gore, death of zombies, poly characters, eventual smut, survival thriller, bts are obsessed with you, omegas are treated poorly (referenced omega abuse), fluff, angst, smut, pack dynamics, pack bonding, manipulation, anarchy, shooting guns, knives, other weapons, forced proximity, hiding of second genders, home invasion, panic attacks, referenced mating cycles/in rut, size kink, poly!bts, they want you really bad tho, love at first sight, light knife play, conflict between pack mates (physical and verbal), more to be added as chapters progress :3
ㄨ : chapter warnings available on each chapter!
ㄨ : updates at least once per month around the 15th!
— ⌬ EXTRAS
ㄨ : mosty non cannon unless stated otherwise! just for fun
character profiles | sr cast as arirang tracks | sr boys' kinks
— ⌬ INDEX
ACT I
I : Fucked.
ㄨ : You and Jeon Jeongguk are so terribly fucked for separate, though entirely related reasons.
II : Secrets We Keep.
ㄨ : When the world falls into ruin, everyone has a little bit of normalcy they find to keep them sane.
||| : Counting Water Like It’s Sheep.
ㄨ : The universe may put things into action, but it is the will of humans to decide what to do with it.
IV : If the Universe Wills It.
ㄨ : Predications upon predated notions always result in implosion. Well, it is all for the better, isn't it? As long as it brings you closer to them, sacrifices must be made.
V : The Big Bang.
ㄨ : The big bang signified the universes creation, but also it's destruction. Regardless of the side of history you lie on, you are the catalyst either way.
VI : -> coming soon.
ACT II
VII+ : -> coming soon.
ㄨ : ahh!! okay, here she is. if you’ve been on my blog for a bit, you know i’ve been talking about this series for a few months!! i’ve been updating it monthly on my ao3, but i really want it over here too. i hope you guys will be along for the ride with me <33 pls scream about this fic with me it is dear to my heart
In Which: Your lifelong best friend agrees to be a test subject for a potion, not knowing it's a truth spell. And he's been hiding things from you.
❥Jung Wooyoung x fem reader
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. werewolf!wooyoung x witch!reader, best friends to "wow they be FUCKING", reader didn't tell wooyoung it was a truth potion but to be fair- he didn't ask, heavy kissing
Your necklaces dangle as you hover above him, tiny spell jars and charms clinking together softly over your heated panting.
"I want you," you mumble against his lips; hands splayed on his warm cheeks, cupping his jaw, "I want you like you want me."
"Hello~" You drag on, waving your hand in front of Wooyoung's face, charmed bracelets chiming, "Earth to dipshit?"
"...What?" He looks to you slowly, dazed. The smell of your seemingly ever burning incense dragging him back to his consciousness.
The quiet hum of the music from your stereo fills the silence between you as you stare at him incredulously.
"Well?" You ask, leaning with your hands on the table between you. "How is it feeling?"
"Warm," he nods after a moment, "in my gut."
You lean down on your elbows to write in your journal, and your shirt falls to expose your cleavage. Something you don't notice, don't bother to, but it makes him swallow thickly.
"And my ears. Like I'm blushing."
"You are blushing," you mumble as you write, making the heat on his face burn ever so hotter.
"What exactly is this potion-"
"In third grade, did you steal my pen? The one with like five colors on it?"
"What?" He scoffs, "I told you I did."
He pauses. Those are not the words that came out of his mouth. "I did." He tries again, with the same result. "Did!" He claps his hands over his mouth, eyes wide and shaking his head.
"I knew it! You asshole," you point, a large grin on your face. "You told me Park Seonghwa took it! I hated him until fifth grade cause of that." You take the seat across from him, crossing your arms over your chest.
"What else have you been hiding?" You hum, teasingly.
"Only a few things." He shakes his head and then gasps. What he had meant to say, what he thought he did, was 'nothing'.
"Oh! Spill it, spill it!"
"What was that potion?!" He looks down at the few drops in the glass in-front of him, like it will tell him something.
"Truth potion!" You beam, "it seems to be working wonders even on a lycanthrope. It's supposed to dull your cognitive inhibition. I bet I could change the world with thi- what are you doing?"
You stand up and follow him quickly as he rushes to the door, "Woo!"
"I have to go-"
"No! I still have to run some tests-"
You grab hold of his wrist and all of the sudden you're pinned to the wall, both of your wrists in his grasp while his body holds you to the surface. "What tests?" He says casually, as if he doesn't realize how strange of a position he has you in.
"Like, uhm, just regular tests. Like blood pressure and temperature and-"
"Can you make them quick?" Because he needs to be far, far away from you before he starts spilling every secret thought he's ever had about you.
"Y-yeah."
He's back at the table and yanking the chair back in the blink of your eye.
You shake your nerves away and make your way to him, grabbing the blood pressure cuff on your way.
"What was that about, huh?" You ask, slightly snippy. You've made it known you don't appreciate when he uses his lycanthropy against you.
"My rut is in a few days."
You scoff a laugh, wrapping the cuff around his arm extra tight. "What's that got to do with anything? You can control yourself just f- oh..." Probably can't control himself as well after the potion you gave him.
"I'm afraid that I'll fuck you." He says plainly.
The whir of the blood pressure machine fills the silence, the hiss as it lets go following as you search for words. "Why?" Is what you eventually land on.
"Because I've been in love with you since before I can remember. And usually all I want is to take care of you and be with you — but right now I need to fuck. And I want to fuck you but if you say no I'll go home and-"
His tongue gets tied half spoken, his throat tightening as you straddle his lap. You let out a shaky breath as you tear off the blood pressure cuff, "your pressures a little high-"
"Don't do this to me."
You swallow the lump in your throat, smiling innocently, "do what?"
"Tell me to kiss you. Tell me it's okay."
"Kiss me—"
His lips latch onto yours like a magnet, rough and passionate; filled with energy as he kisses you.
Your necklaces dangle as you hover above him, tiny spell jars and charms clinking together softly over your heated panting.
"I want you," you mumble against his lips; hands splayed on his warm cheeks, cupping his jaw, "I want you like you want me."
The familiar black door stares back at you as you stand frozen in front of it, like you have for the last fifteen minutes.
You don’t know why you’re here again. There’s a reason you left, but it always seems to be pulling you back, the promise of what’s on the other side too strong to resist.
“Y/n?”
The sound of his soft voice makes you jump, like you should feel guilty for being here.
“What are you doing here?” He asks, standing a safe distance away from you. The hope in his voice makes your stomach twist.
“I umm…”
The words just refuse to come out and your shoulders slump in defeat.
“Nevermind, I was just leaving.”
You walk around him but he grabs your arm, long fingers wrapping so naturally around it.
“Don’t. Please don’t leave again.” His eyes search for yours. “Come inside so we can talk.”
You drop your head, knowing you can’t say no to him.
This is why you shouldn’t have come. You knew better.
He unlocks his door, not letting go of you - though his hand has now slid down to yours, fingers laced in your significantly smaller ones, so routinely.
He drags you into his dorm. The familiar scents hit you like a truck, tears pricking at your waterline. Three weeks since you broke up with him, yet this place feels like you never left. It feels like home.
“You’re still wearing my hoodie.”
You turn around, blinking back your tears.
“Sorry?”
He tilts his head with a sad smile. “The hoodie I gave you on our third date. You’re wearing it.”
You look down, blushing as you fiddle with the hem. “Oh. Right. Sorry, I’ll give it back to you.”
You start taking it off, passing it just above your head, arms still stuck in it when he stops you.
“Don’t, it’s yours. Always has been. I just… I like that you still wear it.”
You finish passing the fabric over your head.
“Please take it. I didn’t wear it on purpose, I swear, but… I think I need to get rid of it and, well, it’s yours.”
He doesn’t take it instantly, looking at it with so much sadness on his face. Eventually, he takes it reluctantly, folding and placing it carefully on the kitchen counter.
“Is everything okay? It’s not that I don’t want you here, you know I do, but why… you know. Why are you here?” He asks softly.
You bite your lip, the tears coming back with a vengeance despite your best efforts to hold them at bay.
“I don’t know why. I was walking around and then, before I knew it… I didn't mean to come here.”
Your mouth is saying one thing, but your heart knows it’s not true. You didn’t intend on coming here, but you were aware of what was happening the whole time. You could have left instead of waiting at his door, like you were hoping for some miracle - hoping for him.
The gates open without warning.
“It’s killing me, Yunho. It’s killing me to stay, and it’s killing me to leave. I can’t stay away from you and I hate it because it just hurts even more in the end.”
A tear finally breaks past your waterline and you laugh, though it lacks humour. “I don’t even know why I’m emotional when I knew it from the start!”
His lips are pressed to yours before you can understand it, his palms cradling your face softly but desperately. It takes you a second but you push away from him.
“No! Don’t do that! You can’t solve everything with a kiss.” The tears are free falling now, sobs racking your body. “I.. I can’t… You know I love you, but you know why I left. I can’t think when you kiss me. I can’t think when you’re near me. I can’t. I c-…”
You slide to the floor, hands on the cold tile, trying to ground yourself. You’re hyperventilating now, gasping at air, trying to let the oxygen make its way to your tingling fingertips.
He comes to kneel in front of you, teary eyed, and you lean your head back against the wall, eyes closed, unable to look at him.
“Y/n please. I can do better. I will. Just give me another chance.”
“I gave you a hundred Yunho. A hundred chances to put me f-first.” You hiccup. “Not all the time, just every now and then - putting me before your fans. But you kept lying and m-making up excuses.” You take a breath, whispering your next words, unable to look at him. “I gave you two years of my life - you couldn’t give me five minutes.”
He chokes on a sob, his voice coming out barely above a whisper. “Please don’t cry. Not for me. I don’t deserve your tears. Don’t cry baby.”
You open your eyes to see his face is wet too, and you can’t help the way your first instinct is to wipe his cheek. He leans into your soft hand and it’s like the touch burns you, your hand dropping to your side instantly.
For a moment, you just look into each other’s eyes.
They were always your favourite part of his face. The way you could tell everything he was feeling and thinking from just looking into them - they’re what drew you in first.
“I don’t want to lose you forever.” He finally whispers, leaning closer to you. “I love you. I need you. I didn’t understand then but I do now.” He grabs your face again, kneeling between your legs, and this time you don’t have it in you to push him away. “Let me show you.”
His breath ghosts your lips and another tear falls silently from your eyes as they close, giving in to him like you did every time before.
The moment his lips press against yours, you know you’ve lost. You know this will devastate you when you have to leave again, because deep down, you know nothing will change. He was your priority, but his job and fans are his - always will be. Yet for a moment, one you want to stretch for as long as possible, you’re his priority again - and your heart is too good at lying to itself to see through the ephemerality of it all.
His hands carefully tread in your hair, his lips not fully pressed against yours, giving you an out.
You could take it. You should. But you don’t - because the weight of his lips on yours feels like home, the smell of his perfume is comforting, and his hands feel safe. You never got to say goodbye right, and maybe - just maybe - this will be what you need to move on.
Lies.
Your own fingers graze his chest, wrapping around his neck, tugging his short fluffy hair. He sighs into you and your heart burns at his vulnerability.
The taste of both of your tears mixed with his sweetness makes your head spin.
He deepens the kiss and you can’t resist him anymore, completely relinquishing control, letting him lift you up to your knees so he can hold you closer. You let his hands sneak under your tank top, caressing the small of your back, despising the way your body betrays you as it shudders. You didn’t mean for your hands to move, but at some point between the kiss and his hands exploring your body, yours started doing the same with him.
You can’t ignore the way he’s growing harder against your stomach, as much as you wish you could, and you can’t refuse when he wraps your legs around his waist, lifts you both up, and walks you to his bedroom.
He doesn’t put you down yet, keeping you on his lap as he sits on the edge of the bed, hugging you and devastating you all in one breath. It’s like he’s afraid that if he puts any distance between you, you’ll take it as an opportunity to run.
And honestly? You might.
His lips travel down to your shoulder.
“P-please.”
He doesn’t know what else to say to make you stay, and a big part of him does hope that his touch will make you reconsider. Because he knows the reason you left is him. He loves you but doesn’t know how to show you. He never learned. All he was taught was how to give his love to the fans - to keep them, keep his career, his reason for existing. He didn’t notice that reason became you until he realised that the one thing he didn’t know how to do was show you just how desperately he loved and needed you.
New tears silently fall down your face, your heart breaking a little more with every touch.
His grip on your back tightens as he arches it, tracing your collarbones down to your chest. Your fingers are gripping his t-shirt so tightly you could tear holes in it, but right now, it’s your only anchor.
Your treacherous breaths grow shallower as his lips continue lower, until you’re leaning back in his lap, head falling over his knees.
“I love you.” He mumbles into your stomach. “I’m sorry.”
Skilfully and without any resistance from you, he takes his time removing your sweats, holding onto your arms so you don’t fall and to keep you in his grasp. When he’s freed you from them, he pulls you back up until your foreheads are pressed against each others’.
Your hips rut against his out of instinct and he mumbles a wet moan, a couple of fresh tears decorating his face.
He pulls his own bottoms off and you tug his t-shirt over his head, only able to look at him and flatten your palms against his boiling golden skin.
He lifts you up, lining himself with you, and a fresh tear falls from your eye when he sinks you down onto him.
Your breaths are shaky from the physical pleasure contrasting with the pain you’re both going through.
With his forehead still on yours, looking up at you with those puppy eyes that always made you melt, he grabs your hips and starts rocking you on him. You close your eyes, trying to focus on the feeling, but he needs you to focus on him, to not separate the moment from him.
“Baby look at me.”
“I can’t.”
He grabs your face with one hand, continuing to guide your hips with the other, slightly rolling his own.
“I can’t live without you.”
You whimper, both from the pleasure and his words.
“Neither can I, but - argh - I don’t exist with you e-either.”
“Don’t say that. I love you, I love you, I love you…”
The intensity of his thrusts gets stronger with every whispered word as he repeats them over and over.
Your face is covered in fresh tears that he kisses off before they make it past your chin.
“I love you too.”
It’s true. You love him more than anything in the world, which is why this hurts so much. You wish it was enough, but it never will be.
You’re getting close now, a confusing feeling when your heart is breaking into a million fragments whilst he physically undoes you so wonderfully.
Knowing this is the last time, you give in and grab his face, kissing him with all the love you have left for him - hoping, despite how sick it makes you, that he can take it and remember this feeling for the next girl who opens up to him.
You finally unravel around him as he does inside you.
His fingers digging into your hips feel bruising, but you’re glad you’ll have the trace of him for a little longer, though it’ll hurt tenfold when that last piece of him fades away.
He doesn’t pull out yet, holding you tightly against him, kissing your lips desperately - savage and emotionally raw. You return it just as deeply.
“You’ll always be my first love.” You murmur against him.
“You’re my only love. I don’t want another. Don’t make me.”
You smile as you drop your forehead to his once more, gently brushing away the soft brown hair stuck to his wet cheeks.
“Could you go get a towel?”
He hesitates but nods, lifting you off of him carefully and placing you on the bed. He looks at you for a moment, worry in his eyes, but eventually leaves to go get it.
The moment he does, you collect your clothes, putting them back on, before heading out to the door.
“Y/n?”
Another tear falls as you try your best to hurry putting your shoes on when he comes around. You can’t even look at him as you open the door, mumbling an apology and slipping into the hall before he can get to you.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
You hurry out, hoping you’ll be able to leave the building before he can catch you, but you hear his door open again and pick up your pace, heart hammering in your chest.
He chases you down the hall, still adjusting the joggers he must have thrown on on his way out. He grabs your arm like earlier, stopping you in your tracks.
“Y/n please don’t leave. I love you. Please stay with me.”
You take a deep breath before turning to look at him one last time through blurry tear filled eyes. You stroke his face with a sad wobbling smile, tilting your head the way you would look at a child.
“I’ll stay if you can give me more than your words baby.”
He opens his mouth but nothing comes out.
“I love you and I know you love me. Maybe in another life we could’ve worked, but we both know it’s not enough in this one.”
You kiss his quivering lip one last time, the goodbye neither of you ever got, before turning the corner to the building, out of his sight.
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